“You’re mine, Josie,” he bellowed over and over again as he felt his release chasing him down again. But he wouldn’t go over the edge without her. He angled his hips and drove into her once, twice, and she was there.
Coming all over his cock, her pussy clenching him as she screamed his name, begged for more, prayed he’d continue.
York came hard, filling her as he kissed her spine.
They lay there for a few moments, reveling in what they had just done. He lay down, bringing her into his side.
“How’s that for ten minutes?” he whispered against her hair.
The little minx looked at her wrist, where there was no watch. “Eight minutes and seven seconds.” She exhaled dramatically. “Almost, big guy.”
It had been a solid hour. She was goading him, but if his woman wanted more, he’d give it to her. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, and then back onto her hands and knees.
“Grab the lube from the nightstand,” he ordered.
Josie looked back at him, a glimmer in her eyes. “Oh?” she asked. “And what do you intend on doing?”
“You,” he answered.
She sighed happily. Reaching for the bottle of lube that was in the nightstand, she passed it back to him, and their eyes met. She winked at him, licking her lips.
“I like knowing you’ll have been inside every inch of me, York. I’m all yours.”
He was gently rubbing the lube into her crinkled ass, preparing her. Her words kept playing in his head over and over again.
I’m all yours.
She was all his.
His mate.
York worked some of the lube onto his cock, before he slowly pushed into her ass. He took it easy and unhurried, one inch at a time, but fuck was it hard. His breath was shaky, and beads of sweat were accumulating on his back. He bottomed out, earning him a shocked gasp from Josie.
“Love,” he whispered.
“Move, York. I want you to move.”
He eased his hips back, and as he continued moving his hips, he kept the movement slow and steady, drawing it out, but making sure she was enjoying herself. He reached down, lowering himself to her back and toyed with her clit. The nub was sensitive and fluttered against his fingers.
“Oh, York,” she moaned. “I’m going to…” Her words were lost. She came, quick and fast.
It was all too much for him, and he was right behind her.
Moments later, when they were all tangled up in each other, Josie lifted her head to meet his gaze. “That was a little bit intense.” Her eyes were burning with mischief and a perfect sense of satiated.
“I missed you,” he whispered, cupping her face.
She turned her head to kiss his palms. “Let’s never be apart again, okay?”
He nodded, too many emotions in his head, in his heart.
Josie was right.
They would never part again.
Chapter Twenty
York
The sun was streaming through the soft curtains that hung from the windows. It cast the entire bedroom in a soft, pink glow. York was completely wrapped up in the safety, quiet, and bliss of waking up with his mate wrapped up in his arms. A very naked Josie had one leg over him, her head on his shoulder, with her arms curled under her chin. Her breasts moved to the easy rhythm of her sleeping. York didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay locked in that moment forever.
If he didn’t move, Josie would always stay by his side, naked and satiated.
We should burn all of her clothes. That way, she would be naked all the time.
His dragon’s idea was silly, but York found himself thinking there might be something to it. Josie’s body just did it for him. Though, if she did start prancing around naked in the brownstone all of the time, he knew he would never get to work. Shit, he would never get anything done.
And there was a lot to do.
“Shh,” Josie whispered, nuzzling into his side.
“What?” he asked, confused. He had thought she was still fast asleep.
“You’re thinking. A lot. Can we just get five more minutes?”
He chuckled, happy that his mate was echoing his own sentiment. “We can, love. We can take ten minutes if you like, but then we really need to get to work on our little problem.”
“Our little problem?” Josie repeated, sitting up on her forearm. She bit into her lip, her eyes looking down. “You must be really sad that I’m your mate, huh? I don’t just come with sass but a pretty terrible mess.”
“Hey, no. None of that,” he said, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I’m happy you’re my mate. This is just a bump in the road. I figure, if our start is chaotic and filled with danger, that only means that we get the rest of our lives to take it easy.” He gave her a bright, reassuring smile.
“We’re not mated yet,” she whispered. “You could totally back out if you’re having second thoughts. I’m putting your family in all kinds of danger.”
“Well, you’re my family now, Josie Essa. Whether we’re mated or not, whether we’re married not, you’re mine. That means your problems are mine. I’ll help you through them. Just like I will be there to celebrate your wins and successes.”
She nodded. “That’s very wise,” she conceded.
“I am an old man.” He grinned at her, echoing back the words she had used so many times to tease him.
Josie shook her head with a giggle. “I don’t think I can call you that anymore. You’re a badass out of the sheets, and you’re a beast in the sheets.”
York rolled her over, pressing her down into the mattress. He captured her lips in a kiss, silencing her squeal of surprise. She gripped his shoulders before gently letting her hands roam over his back.
“We need to get up,” he grumbled, kissing her again.
“I know,” she sighed. “I know, and I hate this.”
Josie pushed away from him and padded toward the en-suite bathroom, her hips swaying just enough to make her ass shake. York groaned and punched his pillow. They’d spent the entire night having sex in all kinds of positions, and he wanted her again.
Bad.
There was no time.
The sooner they dealt with the Steiner situation, the quicker they could start their lives together. York had plans for them. In about a week, it was Josie’s thirty-third birthday. He was going to make that day special in more ways than one, and for that to stand, they needed to make sure Steiner never bothered them again.
Josie had given him a fresh start, a second chance at life.
And he would do the same for her.
“You coming?” she shouted over the sound of the running shower. “We might as well shower together. You know, save the water. Conservation and all that.”
York smirked as he joined her in the bathroom. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching his mate rinse the shampoo out of her hair. How the sight was that erotic, he couldn’t know.
“Come here,” she cooed, when the suds had been cleaned out of her hair. “I’ll help you with that situation.” She pointed to his erection with a mischievous smile.
He wouldn’t be told twice.
If showering together had been done to lower their water consumption, the plan had failed thirty minutes later, when the spray turned cold above them. They wrapped themselves into thick terrycloth towels and quickly got ready for the day ahead.